Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Playboy Is My Mate.: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

°Amy’s POV °I ran out of the crowd, away from the shame , away from the condemning eyes of students, teachers and…parents…It was a relief at that moment that Mom didn't attend.I ran as fast as I could, locking myself in the girls restroom as I ran to the sink.I switched on the faucet letting the cold water run out before cupping some with my hands and washing my face…What just happened?I stared at the mirror, as my chest rose and fell, tears stung the corners of my eyes but I held them back, too embarrassed to cry in front of my own reflection.It wasn't Becky that yelled that shit, it was someone else…someone who maybe hated me for dating Jeremy .So now I had a lot of enemies cause of him.I scoffed.Funny…stupidly funny.I clenched my fists by my side as I grinded my teeth in anger…no this wasn't funny…it wasn't fair…Someone can't fucking love someone in peace, even though it's just for a while.KNOCK KNOCK!I spun around to face the door, whoever it was I wasn't going to le

°Amy’s POV°The sound of my own heartbeat was so loud. My hands trembled as I clutched the sheets around me, my bare toes curling against the carpet. I shot up from the bed so fast the mattress bounced behind me.He stood there, only a few steps away, the muscles in his jaw tightening. His fingers dragged slowly through his messy hair, the way he always did when he didn’t know what to say.“Tell me it’s not true…” My voice was barely above a whisper, but it scraped my throat raw. I could feel the words leaving me like a plea, a cry I wasn’t ready to make. My world wasn’t just spinning—it was collapsing in tight, dizzy circles around me.He looked up at me, lips parting like he had something—anything—to offer me. “Listen, Amy…”But nothing followed.That was it. No explanation. No denial. Just… air.“You lied to me,” I said, louder now, the sheets slipping dangerously low over my chest as my grip on them faltered. My tears blurred his outline, but I could still see the tension in his s

°Amy's POV ° I didn't think it was a great idea to go to school, not that it wasn't a great idea, I didn't want to. Not after yesterday, Gia wouldn't stop tugging at my mind. “You lustful thing, haven't you had a taste of him?!” I yelled at her, tugging at my hair, wishing that I could just pull her off from under my skin and not live the life of two beings! Well…too bad…that wasn't possible. Gia purred. “Taste of who?” My heart sank, Mom. “Mom, Why can't you just knock? I mean you have hands, and you can just hit your knuckles against the door.” I said. “Who's your mate?” She asked, walking up to me. I sighed. She wasn't listening. “It's nobody, okay? I didn't see my mate yesterday, maybe he's not in town or in the country, or…I probably hope…he's not in the world.” I replied, almost yelling. “Don't say that!” My mother said, walking up to me, and squeezing my shoulders gently, “You'll find your mate, he'll be strong, loyal, handsome and over protective…and who knows…he

°Amy’s POV°I stayed frozen in that restroom longer than I should have. The sound of the music and laughter bled faintly through the walls, but I felt far away from it all. The air smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and cheap perfume, and my hands still shook as I splashed cold water on my face.My reflection looked pale, and terrified. My lips trembled as I pressed them together, willing myself not to cry in the middle of prom night.I couldn’t stay there forever.The door creaked open, and Christian’s voice carried in softly. “Amy? You okay in here?”I quickly wiped my mouth with a tissue and tried to straighten myself. “Yeah,” I croaked, even though my throat still burned. “Just…not feeling well.”Christian stepped inside, cautious but concerned. His brows knitted as his gaze swept over me. “You look pale.”I gave a weak smile. “Guess the punch didn’t agree with me.”He didn’t look convinced. His hand brushed my elbow gently. “Come on. Let me take you home. Prom’s not worth it if you

Amy’s POV.The voices outside my room grew louder, sharp like knives scraping against each other. One was my mom’s voice—shaking, breaking, and filled with fear. The other was deep and rough, carrying something cold inside it, like he had swallowed gravel.I sat on my bed, knees pulled to my chest, my door only half closed, but every word slipped through that small gap like whispers meant to find me. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break my ribs.I had been thinking about the baby again, the small life inside me, the one I had no idea how to care for. I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I was just eighteen. I still wanted to figure myself out, and not to be someone’s everything.But ready or not, I had decided one thing—I wanted this baby. Maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was stupid. But if no one else in this world stayed, if no one else chose me, this child would. I would be their mother. I would fight for them, even when I had no fight left for myself.Still, a part of me wish